Death of a Dream
Dreams I once dream as a child came true
I went to England, got fancy dresses and made some good friends too
I didn’t know how, or when or why
But they came true right in front on my eyes
Now my dreams are larger, much larger than myself
They live and breathe inside of me
If I was to die today, the body would still live
Through dust, soil and trees, it would still breathe
The only thing that would die with me are the dreams I used to dream
For I didn’t have the courage to share them outside of me